At the edge of the city, a man in a dark hooded cloak stepped up to the entrance to a gambling den. Two thugs moved to block his path, hands on the swords at their waists. One of them snarled, “What do you want?”
“I am here to see Koji Mamushi,” the hooded man said in a low voice. Though his volume was lowered, the words still held an imperious tone. This man did not seem like someone who was accustomed to having his entry barred.
“Oh?” The same thug who had first spoken took another step towards the man. “Get out of my sight, fool.”
“Itsuki!” A voice snapped from behind the two thugs. A man was standing in the open door of the den, looking angry. “This is the visitor I was expecting, you idiot!”
“Sorry, boss!” The thug spun around, his hands clasped together in front of him, and bowed in apology. “I didn’t know…”
“Shut up!” The man in the doorway gestured to the hooded man. “Come inside.”
The pair walked through the gambling den. Most of the people inside were too focused on their games, or their sake, or their opium, to give any notice or care. Those that did soon turned their gaze elsewhere, less the man who had let the hooded man inside take notice of them. The pair passed through the public spaces and into a private room, where the only other company were a pair of women.
“You can take off that cloak now,” the man said as he sat down.
The hooded man slowly reached up and drew back the hood, revealing an older man with a graying beard and hard, flinty eyes. He looked at the seated man with disappointment. “I thought I would be meeting with Koji.”
Ryuji Mamushi, younger brother of Koji and second-in-command of the Mamushi criminal clan, laughed and snapped his fingers at the women, who hurried to bring over a tray with drinks. “Koji is out of town,” Ryuji told the man. “He left all the information. I can complete this transaction just fine.”
Takeshi Yarikawa sighed in frustration. The head of Clan Yarikawa would have preferred to deal with Ryuji’s older brother. Koji was more mature, and more stable. Ryuji still burned with the fires of youth. But there was no point in arguing now. “Then you know what I’m expecting you to provide. Enough ronin and gamblers to give me an edge over the Nakidori, and their Shimura lap dogs.
“They’ll be ready in two days' time,” Ryuji answered. “Then you’ll have all the swords you asked for. Now, when will you pay us the rest of what you owe?”
Takeshi drew a heavy sack from his robes and tossed it onto the table. It clattered, and a hint of gold glinted in the light. Ryuji leaned forward hungrily and peered into the sack, looking at the golden ryo nestled within. He laughed, taking one out to inspect it.
“Such a small, pretty thing. You’d never guess it could buy a man’s sword…or his death.” He turned to look at Takeshi. “Just remember your friends the Mamushi when you sit on the shogun’s throne, eh?”
“Of course,” Takeshi said flatly.
Of course he would remember the criminals when he had supplanted the Nakidori clan and assumed the title of shogun. As the new ruler of Shimono - the true ruler, not that figurehead Emperor who spent all his time secluded in the imperial city - he would have a duty to maintain order, keep peace, and enforce justice. Which meant he would exterminate the Mamushi clan. No doubt they thought they could survive him, just as they had survived the Nakidori shogunate’s feeble efforts to combat their criminality. That weakness, along with their ridiculous notions of allowing foreigners to corrupt the Empire, was why they needed to be replaced.
“Good, good,” Ryuji said with a clap of his hands. “Well, then now it is time for celebration! Stay, have a drink…choose a woman, if you’d like?”
Takeshi Yarikawa rose from his seat, smoothing out the folds in his clothing. “No, thank you,” he told the criminal boss. “There is much work to do.”
Omi
Lord Masao Nakidori, shogun of Shimono, stood at the head of the large table. A map of the island had been spread out and pinned down at the corners, and small wooden markers representing the armies of the various Shimonese clans had been placed in rough approximation of their actual locations. Those loyal to the shogunate were colored in blue, and those who had chosen to side with the Yarikawa rebels were colored in red. A few were unpainted - these indicated that a clan had not yet declared for one side or another. They were waiting to see which way the contest would turn before committing to the winning faction. Cowards.
The doors at the other end of the room opened with a bang, and Kichiro Shimura, son of the clan’s patriarch, strode in wearing his armor. His retainers followed in behind him. He made a perfunctory bow and then closed the distance to the table.
“Clan Shimura stands ready, my lord,” he announced. “Who else has joined us?”
“Not enough,” Masao said bluntly. “The Arashikage, of course. Some of the minor clans. But the Oga have not answered my summons.”
“Cowards,” Kichiro spat, echoing the shogun’s earlier thought. Then, a sudden realization struck the young man. “What of the Takamura?”
The shogun took a deep breath, and sighed deeply. “It seems that they have sided with the Yarikawa rebels.” He saw the question on the younger man’s face and answered it before he could speak it. “Suzume was in Yagata when the rebellion broke out. There has been no word. I have to assume that she is a prisoner.”
“No!” Kichiro gasped. “We must rescue her, at once!”
“We will,” Masao said. He stepped around the table and placed a reassuring hand on Kichiro’s shoulder pauldron. “We will rescue her, Kichiro. But I must not let my concern for my daughter distract us from the coming battle. The Yarikawa and Takamura have their own allies, and more. Takeshi has amassed an army of ronin and criminals to fight under his banner. We will be outnumbered.”
“I will cut through a dozen worthless ronin with one stroke!” Kichiro declared. “I will carve a path to Yagata, and rescue my betrothed.”
“Then ready your men,” Masao commanded. “We will march out together, and defeat this rebellion before it drowns all of Shimono in blood.”